C6 Sweet Delivery

It felt as though he was licking her brain. She felt him in every pore. His warm tongue took her out of her body. Who knew the great power the tongue had? She almost pulled her hair out of her scalp. Her entire body was literally being controlled by a tongue.

"Please, don't stop," she said. "Please..." She rested her hand on the back of his head , urging him on and on.

Her hips moved on their own and her body was so elated, it didn't feel like her own.

"Oh....my.....ohhhh," she moaned pleasurably. She wished this feeling would never stop.

He was careful to make her savour the sweetness of her femininity. This first time experience should burn in her mind forever. He didn't intensify any part too long and purposely made little contact with her clit.

The sound of her ecstasy filled the room, his ears and his brain. It made his penis throb even harder.

It was time to make her come.

He removed his boxers and trousers to release his shaft as quickly stood up to grab a pillow.

She thought it was over, wondering why he stopped all of a sudden. She attempted to close her legs to cover up. He quickly resumed position and lifted her arse up and placed the pillow underneath.

"Brace yourself, here comes the good part," he chuckled.

There was more?

How can there possibly be a better feelin.....

She let out a deep moan as the sensation took over her body once again, this time stronger and tighter.

His fingers had parted her even wider, exposing her very core. Fingers were stroking , tongue was licking and nestling and then she felt his hand on her breast, grabbing and locking a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

It was too much.

She body couldn't possibly take this much pleasure. She felt as though her spirit left her body and flew around the room.

She had one hand on his head and the other on the hand he had on her breasts.

"Please don't stop...," unsure about the feeling that was climbing. "Please don't stop...." she pleaded.

Her breath seized and he knew it was time.

He rubbed her intensely with lips and tongue and her wetness made the glide sweet. Up and down and in-between.

"Arrrrrgggg...ohhhhhhh..yes...yess..," she let out as she climaxed for the first time in her life.

Her hips started to bounce to his face as she climaxed. She gushed her cum juice on his face and he let her snatch slap him as she came. He had her juices all over his face and her smell deep in his nostrils.

She laid there quivering, shaking with tears she couldn't control in her closed eyes.

He got on top of her to kiss her forehead.

"Good girl," he said. "Did you like that?"

She nodded, still shivering.

He felt his long, hard rock member rest on her still wet folds. He wanted her so badly, he knew he would get no resistance from her but he had to do right by her.

He got up and dashed to the bathroom. His eyes quickly scanned the contents and the hand wash sink. There was no oil or jelly but there was shampoo. He opened the tap to wet his hand and he almost emptied out the contents of the handy shampoo bottle into his hand.

He lathered up and began stroking himself. He started from the tip and then along the long shaft. He closed his eyes and she came to his thoughts immediately. Her previous moans of passion rang afresh in his ears and the sweet smell of her essence still lingered in his nostrils.

All these excited him more as he whispered her name over and over. He was so hard, he felt so alive and he stroked faster. He longed for the softness of her breasts on his face as he came hard and swiftly.

" Arrrhhhggggg," he let out as his white liquid spread all over the sink.

She laid there and watched him race into the bathroom, soft moans could be heard shortly afterwards. Why did he not want her?

She was right there and she wanted him deep inside of her so badly. She shut her eyes tightly for a brief moment before getting up from the bed.

She had to get out of there quickly.

She gathered her clothes and wore them. She opened her purse to get a sheet of wet wipes from a handy case. She wiped her face and hands with the wipes before running her hands through her hair to look unruffled.

Because ruffled she was.

She applied a little lipgloss and made her way out of the room. She heard him come as she quietly left the room.

Now that his urge had been subdued, he had to get back to her. He hoped perhaps, he could take her on a proper date and get to know each other better. There had to be something there for them.

He was not ready to let go of her.

He cleaned up and got back to an empty room.

She was gone?

Why?

The only thing she left behind was her torn lacy underwear.

Oh, he was definitely going to see her again.